Sunday, 29 May 2016

I had my grandad's Fergie out of the shed for the first time in twelve months this week. Under the dust that had gathered little spots of rust were starting to appear so I wanted to clean it up a bit.

But I was not alone...

Tydaughter photobomb! In fact, I had all thirteen of the pet lambs, plus Pip, helping me out. Nobby, Fred and Jack instantly wandered off to the bale yards to nibble grass, while the others wandered around - and tried to drink the water I was cleaning the tractor with.

Monday, 16 May 2016

The weather lately has been stunning. Trees are green, grass is green, the sky is green - I mean, blue. A sunny Sunday was the perfect time to just bring a garden chair into the yard and let my flock explore in the sunshine. It was so relaxing.

Nobby is massive compared to the girls - he is two months their senior, after all. Honey, on his left, is the youngest and smallest.

Margo is the largest of the girls...

...but even she is dwarfed by the largest member of the flock.

There's Rosie. She and Margo stick together.

Rosie, Margo and Honey:

The old drinker was of great interest to everyone.

Bright sunshine casts dark shadows.

I love how my flock - well - flocks together.

I'd shut the big gates across the lane so there was no wandering to the road, no matter how much Blue Belle wanted to.

Nobby was very sweet and kept coming over to check on me.

Peek-a-boo!

Investigations well underway - and Millie being dainty.

Margo got so caught up in nibbling a bucket that she didn't notice everyone else wandering off - time for a quick scratch before she went off to find everyone.

Blue Belle wishes she was this tall.

The little lambs were all fascinated by the giant Not Sheep.

Nobby is used to Blue Belle already, but for the smaller lambs this was their first time meeting her and they were still a little intimidated by her size.

In fact the lambs and Blue Belle all came back to check on me from time to time.

(Where is Margo going?)

Rosie looking fab.

However far they wandered, however, they would always return to the drinker. Millie can just about reach...